A bumpy touchdown
This journey had a rather bumpy start. We reached the airport in the middle of the night excited but also sleepy and hungry. And since we were flying out of domestic airport, the food court was closed. And to make things worse the airlines messed up while loading our luggage and my tiny duffel got stuck on the belt, midway.
Unbeknownst to all this we flew to Port Blair(PB) sans 1 bag. It was only after we reached the baggage belt were we diligently informed by Sheetal (GoAir Baggage attendant) that our bag will be reaching PB through the Chennai flight arriving @ 11am. It was just 7am then. The island humidity was kicking in and add to that a sleepless night journey, I was not in the mood to wait for 4 hours sweltering under the airport fan . But here's the thing about small town and it's people. They have a heart of gold, always polite and ready to help.
Chatting up with Bharath, the RPF officer on-duty and the friendly Andaman tourism info guy I learnt that there were rooms available within the airport and the terminal manager could help us avail it. In just a matter of 20 mins, we were checked into our room(Sleeping in the airport? Check.). We showered, we napped and ate the airport samosas for breakfast and it was time to head to the Jetty to catch our Makruzz to Havelock.
The first sight out of Makruzz was no less than a movie's opening scene. Teal, turquoise, aqua - name the shades of blue/green and the water had it all. And to top it off, Gecko(our stay in Havelock) had a slice of paradise just a skip away from our cottage door.